For example, the Zhou family's mansion that he personally bought was sold to him at a price of 18,000 taels of silver because the family was in a hurry to use the money after Zhou Dahu's death and couldn't turn it over.

But the starting price of this Zhuo family house is only 1,000 taels.

One thousand taels, for Yan Saburo, what is the difference between this and giving it away for nothing?

Obviously, many people think the same way, because the bidding fluctuated, and the price quickly rose to 3,000.

After that, the bidding is slow. The bidders also moved from the stage to the boxes on the second and third floors.

In the end, the mansion was sold for 8,000 taels.

Chitose hid in the wooden bell and listened to the audience, and couldn't help but sigh deeply: "It's so cheap!" This house is not inferior to the Zhou family's mansion in area, and the price is less than half of it. "In addition to being the home of the guilty minister, I am afraid it is also related to the fact that the prosperity of Anlai City is not as good as Shengyi. ”

For this, Yan Saburo also agrees. It is not only the bricks, tiles, beams and timber that you buy, but also the surrounding location, environment, supporting facilities, and most importantly, the regional potential.

Buying a house is different from others, in addition to self-occupation, more buying is expected. The house in Shengyi is more expensive than that in Anlai City, which shows that the rich people are more confident in the development of Shengyi.

Only when Anlaicheng solves the obvious troubles will Xuanguo have a prosperous world.

The transaction of the Zhuo family's mansion is obviously a good start. The next few lots are also weighty, in other words, quite expensive. The city-dwellers in the back row have no money to buy it, and the atmosphere upstairs and downstairs is very good.

Another half hour passed.

Yan Saburo is used to seeing rare treasures in the Hidden Country, and he has no intention of investing in Anlai City, so he just came here to have a good time, and Chitose yawned even more.

"I'll have had lunch if I knew I'd come back!" she complained, "and I could have slept a little more in the morning." ”

As he spoke, a new lot appeared on the booth, but it was a thin booklet, half-new but not old, with four ink characters on the cover:

"Du's Clever Wedge".

No matter how powerful the private chamber of commerce is, it is difficult to guarantee that everything in the lot is priceless, and occasionally a few interesting and ingenious things must be interspersed. The salesman introduced a few sentences of this "Clever Wedge", and Yan Saburo understood it as soon as he heard it:

This is a toy-making book.

In order to be more intuitive, the Geely Chamber of Commerce even asked a carpenter to make proofs according to the drawings and make three toys and serve them together.

At this time, children's toys are limited, most of them are hand-made by merchants, and the materials are nothing more than bamboo and wood, which is relatively simple. Boys dance with knives and swords, and girls have a cloth tiger, and children from rich and noble families can make toys of gold and silver, but there are not many styles, nothing more than bamboo horses, nine consecutive rings, spinning tops, and so on.

The author of this "Clever Wedge" surnamed Du is nameless, but the toys made according to the pictures are very interesting, and most of them can move on their own.

Yan Saburo knew at a glance that this author should be a mechanic, not good at killing people, but tinkering with children's toys. However, he soon remembered that Chitose originally also had a puppet worm that was an old thing in Yasunomiya, which was used as a toy in peacetime and could kill people in wartime.

Most people also think that this is the icing on the cake, which is dispensable, but the seller said that the seller insisted on selling it for a high price of 500 taels.

Five hundred taels is 500,000 yuan, and you can buy a private house in the west of the city, the kind with a single-door detached house with a yard.

No one's money is blown by the wind, so after the seller quotes, the field is quiet.

He asked twice, but no one raised his hand.

And three times will be unsold.

The seller secretly worries, it is really not easy to sell. This thing can't be sold, it's not tight, and the atmosphere is not good.

Fortunately, after the third question, someone in the audience finally raised his hand: "I want it." ”

All eyes focused on the past, wanting to see which loser would spend half a million dollars on a toy drawing. But I saw that the buyer was a young man of sixteen or seventeen years old, with clear eyebrows and a lazy voice.

At this age, fiddling with toys is a bit too big, should I buy them for my brother or child?

Yan Saburo ignored the eyes of others, handed over the money with one hand, and got this copy of "Du's Clever Wedge" with the other.

Then, he stuffed the booklet into Feng Liwan's hand: "Give it to Brother Zhao on my behalf." ”

"Huh?" Feng Liwan was stunned for a moment, and was about to refuse, "This gift is too expensive." ”

She was not short of money, and she had never received gifts worth more than five hundred taels, but the young man's hand was sudden, and she was a little caught off guard.

"Your child is also three years old, right?" Yan Saburo remembered that Huang Da said a few years ago that Zhao Feng had a fat child.

"Three years and four months. Speaking of children, Feng Liwan's eyes flashed with a soft light.

"With Brother Zhao's craftsmanship, it is not a problem to manufacture according to the drawing. Your children's toys are also unique in Liang Dadu, and others can't buy them if they want to. Yan Saburo smiled, "Don't you really accept it?"

The best that her own children get is a vanity that no mother can refuse.

Feng Liwan had to stretch out his hand to take it, and said sincerely: "Clever tongue is like a spring." ”

It's better to give a gift than to give it smartly. If Yan Saburo spent 500 taels to buy some jewelry and antiques for her child, she would not accept it. But this?

This little ghost is not yet eighteen years old, and his mind is so transparent, it is really terrifying.

Yan Saburo smiled and secretly calculated the time in his heart.

It's almost noon.

This sale is also coming to an end, and after the Geely Chamber of Commerce sells a few more strange things, the seller said loudly: "Next, is the highlight of this sale!"

He made a special sale, and when the clerk carried a small box to the booth, he found a key and carefully opened the lock.

Everyone knew that he was pretentious, but they were also aroused.

I sold so many treasures before, and I didn't see him so nervous.

But when I looked closely, there was nothing in the box but a piece of parchment.

The booklet of "Qiao Wedge" that Yan Saburo bought earlier was already very thin, but there was only one piece of parchment in the box.

What is that, the contract?

The salesman waited for everyone to see the contents of the box before he raised his breath again: "-Age reduction contract!"

The venue was unusually quiet.

Age can be reduced by contracts?

Even Chitose let out a long sigh: "Is this okay?"

Yan Saburo was silent, and there was a light flashing in his eyes.

The salesman waited for two breaths, and saw that those who originally wanted to leave were not leaving, and those who were originally drowsy did not take a nap, so he explained: "As the name suggests, if you sign your name on this contract, you can reduce your age by fifteen years! That is to say, you can be fifteen years younger!"

The audience and upstairs suddenly exploded, and many people opened their voices in unison.

The salesman had already prepared, and the sound around him came in waves after waves, and he closed his mouth tightly, only stretched out his hands flat, and pressed forward.

This action is to let everyone calm down.

It took more than ten breaths before the sound in the field gradually subsided. This is a good thing for the Chamber of Commerce, the more heated the discussion and the more attention it receives, the higher the price at which things can be sold.

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